Drifting.
Between the boundless sea of mist and shifting heavens, where gray-white and dark purple intertwined, Ming Xin controlled the Shadow Fiend Fragment like a lone boat lost amid raging waves, moving forward slowly and with great difficulty.
Every tiny movement demanded immense concentration from him to resist the ever-present, conflicting currents of chaotic laws within this gap.
The Shadow Energy inside the fragment was nearly exhausted, relying only on Ming Xin's remnant soul, with the "key" frequency as its core.
He drew in the surrounding stray, mixed, and dangerous Chaos energy with extreme inefficiency, barely maintaining the fragment's integrity and supplying the minuscule force needed to propel it forward.
His sense of time had become completely blurred. Several standard days might have passed, or it might have been mere illusion.
Time itself within the gap was uneven, sometimes stagnating like glue, sometimes flashing by like lightning.
Ming Xin could only make a rough estimate based on the faint depletion of his soul's origin.
His destination was a relatively "bright" area ahead.
Against the backdrop of regions mostly shrouded in dim dark purple hues or gray-white mist, a faint, unnaturally stable pale-blue glow seeped from the horizon in that direction.
The light was not strong, yet it carried a peculiar sense of "order," utterly at odds with the chaotic surroundings, like a small oasis in the desert.
It might have been a trap, or another dangerous spectacle of warped laws, but it might also have been... a Thread of Life.
At the very least, the aura of "order" it emitted might be more "friendly" to Ming Xin's shattered soul and the lingering imprints of his companions on the fragment than pure, lawless Chaos.
The journey was fraught with danger.
Besides remaining vigilant against indescribable colossal things that might rise from